Alright for the 2 people following my blog....I had my appt with my GI doc (s) the other day and got my blood taken. A whopping like 10 tubes of my blood. I joked with her and asked her if she needed more and she said "no, this is all they ordered" I'm like dude I work in the NICU, I can get everything they ordered in 2 tubes half that size with the same color lids, they just like being vampires for adults. I know for a fact it doesn't take that much blood to run those freakin tests. Whatevs, I got a bandaid and a nice bruise to prove it. Anywho they still haven't called me with my results but since I work at the hospital I hacked into my own chart (it aint HIPPA if your lookin at your own crap....look it up) and found out so far that all I am is anemic and everything else came back fine. Thus I have to continue to do a "gluten challenge" for 4 more weeks because some fool (probably genius doctor) at Mayo Clinic that "specializes in celiac disease" said so. I think he likes cruel and unusual punishment. So I left the appointment with another one in 4 weeks to have an EGD done so have 8-12 biopsies of my small intestine snipped and sucked out by a tube down my throat but only after 3-5 slices of 100% wheat bread per day until then......(*shoves hands in pockets, kicks dirt*). Oh well I gotta find out now, 6 weeks of hell isn't fun with no answers.
So we wait....sick as a dog....we wait.
second, the husband and I have decided we need to get our pre-marriage bodies back. and for me, pre-college. I am getting blamed for serving delicious meals and making my husband eat out to much since we got married and thus am the cause of our weight gain. Boo. I blame gluten, he blames me. It works. So we started last night....
My fitness pal app. Check it out. It's free and you can add your friends so you can see how much they work out and how much they have lost and how fabulous they are and make you kick yourself in the pants to do better. That's why weight watchers worked so well for me I think. I almost cried everytime I didn't lose a pound per week when half the people there were thrilled they didnt gain more than one per week. I like a good friendly competition and I have to track every fricken M&M that goes into my mouth or I pretend that 100 is really just 1 and go about my biz. So anyway we are tracking food and working out. I got zumba so I best be using my maraca shaker weights and shakin my a$$ to the latin beat like a sweaty latina stripper. I do not look that cool btw.
This sums it up perfectly and no I do not let my husband EVER watch me. It's embarassing as hell....here's hoping. I have lost 18lbs and want to lose 20 more....PRAY
I never once even hinted it's your fault I became a fatty fatty fatty.
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